*pushes the key in the lock with his good hand, fumbles and drops the keys to the ground* Oh fuck this! *bends and picks up his keys, pulls out his wand and flings open the front door, storming to the bar, grabs a bottle of absinthe
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*glares at Charlie* No reason. I mean what fucking reason would I have not to want to call Oliver fucking Wood? Hmm, let me think!!!! Does the word three ring any fucking bells? I supposed you knew about it too?
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What the fuck happened to your hand?! Blood is fucking pissing out all over the place! *Panics* Let me call Oliver! *Grabs the phone*
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